Three men jump off an overpass One hits rock and the other glass Last one grabs a rail and calls the other two fools Tell me now which one are you At the last out post of the midnight rain A man relieves his past with his shadow again Prays a toast to his bride and pours a long tall suicide Would you do the same if it was you But everything is turning out, turning out And everything is coming round, coming round The sun will shine on solid ground Tomorrow when it comes out Everything is turning out, turning out And everything is coming round, coming round The things that hurt you set you free Yes come home to me Scatter my ashes in a hotel room I paid a high price to smell that sweet perfume A man outside his face is vaguely familiar Tell me now what if he was you But everything is turning out, turning out And everything is coming round, coming round The sun will shine on solid ground Tomorrow when it comes out Everything is turning out, turning out And everything is coming round, coming round The things that hurt you set you free Yes come home to me Yes come home to me Yes come home to me Yes come home to me